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1884–1933

LONGING

Sara Teasdale

I AM not sorry for my soul That it must go unsatisfied, For it can live a thousand times, Eternity is deep and wide.

I am not sorry for my soul, But oh, my body that must go Back to a little drift of dust Without the joy it longed to know.

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